Maybe it was because this was James Potter who had yet to do one nice thing for me and constantly tried to get a reaction out of me by eternally pissing me off, and Dad, my only relative in the whole world who were in my living room talking and chatting away like best buddies.

If you’ve ever read an interview where one of your parents actually attempts to flirt printed in witch weekly with the added bonus that your existence was smoothed over and ignored then you'd understand how joyous I felt - as in, not very.